Chapter 411: The invincible Daoist Ming appears (Seeking monthly votes!)

Where is the trust between people?

This group of bastards, even when acting, were so perfunctory.

They really didn't even bother to disguise themselves anymore, just awkwardly acting right there. Old Fang, as the Lord of the Forest Sea, was also one of the nine great overlords of Fangzhang Island.

There were gaps between these nine overlords, but they definitely wouldn't be so large as to allow for an easy one-hit kill. If one could truly defeat an opponent so easily, then where would there be a place for Old Fang on Fangzhang Island? He would have long since been captured as a slave.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing the tears in Tong Guaiguai's eyes, Zhang Zhang Yunze, though angry inside, didn't want her to be in pain. But his outstretched hand froze abruptly upon seeing the resentment in her eyes. What was wrong with her?

Zhang Zhang Yunze sighed; for someone as stubborn as Tong Guaiguai, one had to explain things thoroughly and clearly.

"Jiuyue has already taken her to the Origin Life Pool, you can rest assured," Immortal King Hua Qianshi looked up at the starry sky and tapped his foot forward; the entire sea surface instantly became as calm as a mirror, with no more ripples.

"Slap!" I slammed my palm on the table, startling the surrounding guests into looking over.

"Crack," "Crack." Su Jin looked up and discovered dust falling from the rafters onto the bed. Seeing the situation was bad, Su Jin hurriedly dodged.

"There's a client in Conference Room 3, go entertain them," Liu Ning threw a pile of materials at her and turned back to the office without giving her a chance to refuse.

"Wah," Su Jin opened her mouth wide and started crying loudly again, the sound louder than the previous two times.

As soon as Nangong Yuhan saw Li Yilan's indifferent expression, the corners of Nangong Yuhan's mouth lifted, and he looked at Li Yilan with mockery in his eyes.

Wu Shang and I were both very confused; what exactly happened to that plane to make it turn into this?

Was it playing hard to get? It didn't look like it. Otherwise, her scheming was too deep, and her acting was too good.

Thus, although Xia Er didn't care much about developing his subordinate forces, it didn't hinder him from doing so casually right now.

"This, your safety..." Having met Zhu Cheng and the others today, Fatty naturally had his doubts, and Mu Qin, who had already taken Li Zhishi as her psychological reliance, shook her head like a rattle.

Unlike Nie Wei, Shen Roujia was always busy; filming a movie today, a TV show tomorrow, attending a variety show the day after, and shooting various endorsements and advertisements.

The soldiers guarding the East Gate heard that the Grand Marshal's Mansion was on fire and were all anxious, worried that Wu Song would rush out from there.

"Alright then, I'll go with you. I interviewed there a while ago, I know the location," Weiliang looked at me, turned to get her things from inside, and I, holding my phone, sighed deeply and turned to walk out the door.

Chen Zui took the contract and read it carefully. You have to say, Manager Wu was truly a good comrade who knew how to correct his mistakes; this contract had much better conditions than the current office, and the rent was cheaper too. This was likely the best he could do within his authority.

Now I understand, I wasn't wrong at all! I never hurt anyone, why treat me like this! I never expected everyone to like me.

This wasn't an illusion; the sunlight overhead seemed to have truly been attracted by him, and the surrounding snowfield looked very bright at this moment.

Therefore, in a sufficiently grand mansion, in a room with doors wide open to the wind, Zhu Cheng sat quietly in the draft, the only way to alleviate the inner agitation.

However, conversely, because of Shen Qielan, it was impossible to feel that the tragic death of his father and brother was worth it.

Song Yu admired her attitude of not caring about the media's disregard and not forcing herself to pose on the red carpet.

Lord Zhou was saying to himself, "What the hell, how would I know what the Labor Sect is?!" But since he had accepted the identity of the Labor Sect Master, Lord Zhou wouldn't back down verbally. Could someone who could infiltrate an enemy government as a high-level spy have a bad brain? Could their psychological quality be poor? ===== CHAPTER 412 =====